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Waves
02:43
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I come in waves
I crash unpredictably
I toy with the line and cut through
Knock the wind out of you
I'm a child at a wedding
A spectacle of love
But something's missing in me
And the hunger of knowing
Leaves my reflection empty
I'm icy flowing water
Tempting at a distance
Shimmering light but freezing
One slip and you're drowning
I'm everything and I'm nothing
Can I do this anymore?
Feeling lower than the floor
Small enough to slide through
A crack in the door
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Next
04:05
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Grazing on grass
Hazy on wine
Glass and gasoline
Lighting my fire
I've got a problem
That won't rub off
Lungs full and heavy
Is it for the greater good?
Did I do all that I could?
You can ask but I won't tell
I'm not a bitch, just not the one
But if you wanna take over
You gotta take a number
Summer ain't a bummer
The sun don't burn burn burn
I'm glowing louder louder
Just wait your turn
I make worlds move move
I know you know just what I mean
Bad is such a dirty word
Is it for the greater good?
Did I do all that I could?
You can ask but I won't tell
I'm not a bitch, just not the one
But if you wanna take over
You gotta take a number
Oh I get it don't let it go
Like a bottle by the neck
Sip till it fills my chest
Then spark it up
Spark it up
Oh anything can come next
One, two, three, four
Is it for the greater good?
Did I do all that I could?
You can ask but I won't tell
Whoa I'm not a bitch, just not the one
But if you wanna take over
You gotta take a number
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Laurel
05:16
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I remember feeling smothered in a good way
Gettin' blisters on my fingers, pushing harder
Feel the red rush into my arms
Try to feel a pulse
And I remember
The smell of the flowers
On dandelion strings
Snapped under
The weight I carried
With her name
With your name
Laurel
I remember locking my words into boxes
Letting the dust inspect my errors in judgement
Feel the soreness of my worn out heartache
That won't let my muscles relax
And I remember
Watching the leaves die
On the trees
I didn't feel safe anymore
And we grew older
Maturity felt like concrete hardening
Into new shapes
Into your shape
Laurel
I remember what it felt like to let go
Not that I don't think of you
Oh, I still do
That last moonlight spin, drive across town
That last scratch of my pen
When you finally felt like
The stranger
You always wanted to be
From the beginning
Then I finally tasted
Fresh air
Finally heard my own voice
Flowers smelled fresh again
Not like your skin
Laurel
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Roses
03:50
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Plug my ears
While yelling over you
Leave the pills in the bottle
Though they're overdue
To be overused
I'm sick of this feelin' that's pushin' me over the edge
I'm tired and angry and pushin' away all my friends
But every day ends with a pillow under my head
And when my day comes I'll be lying with roses of red
All my dirty clothes
Cover my floor like a carpet
Drown in my space 'cause I like the water
And if I choke
Joke's on you
I'm sick with a virus that's spreadin' in me like mad
I'm heartache and violence and old burns that sting so bad
But every day ends with a pillow under my head
And when my day comes I'll be lying with roses of red
Say you haven't seen me in a while
Well shit, neither have I
No matter the weather somethin' always keeps me
Stuck inside
I'm sick of feelin' compression all through my bones
Can't sleep unless I'm lightheaded and covered in smoke
But every night starts with a promise of safety from dark
And when the night falls I'll do anything to find a spark
And every day ends with a pillow under my head
And when my day comes I'll be lying with roses of red
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Gemtones Brooklyn, New York
Gemtones can best be described as alternative rock with a hint of blues, with vocals reminiscent of Alison Mosshart and Joan Jett. The lyrical themes reflect Nicole's personal experiences with queerness, heartbreak, mental illness, and emotional empowerment. Coupled with raunchy guitar and a driving rhythm section, Gemtones is a female-fronted rock sound for the modern era. ... more
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